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Yo, you know that bitch?

Come on, son, you know I know this bitch.

You know that bitch.

We used to see her at the store every morning at 2 -4.

Aggressive.

Exactly.

I used to fuck her sister, but you ain't know that, though.

We gon' do tellies or upstairs with Charlie.

Upstairs with Charlie!

Charlie!

Uh, acknowledge I'm sent.

Christian Dior, probably my scent.

5 % tint.

That money dirty.

Gotta get rinsed.

I'm probably in Philly.

On T -Block, high eatin' fish.

Diamond in my wrist.

Better than the block.

Poppin', tryna get rent.

Not in my circle.

Then you tryna get spent.

Just tryna get rich.

Pull up, knockin' glad it's on niggas.

The way we livin' might embarrass you niggas.

Might fade to black on you niggas.

Depressed faces.

They sad.

Mad I actually did it.

The homie died.

I went and tatted my neck.

Pinky ringin'.

Me and four ladies at brunch.

Got attitudes like they came on the bus.

Can't make this up.

Cigar smoke lingerin'.

This gun on me large.

It's not medium.

Just got off them papers.

He smokin' weed again.

Like they was callin' me broke.

Catch a shot over that Nautica boat.

I'm a wolf.

Never call me the G .O .A .T.

They all wanna know.

Bet you don't know what's going on.

Streets don't love you like I do.

Bet you don't know what's going on.

Streets don't love you like I do.

Yeah, my side different.

They callin' us when the vibe driftin'.

We the way that got the tide shiftin'.

I move weight.

Never tried liftin'.

Never leave it.

Gotta ride with them.

You nosy niggas probably tried sniffin'.

Real tissue.

The bros'll wipe your nose.

Makin' friends with the money exposed.

All type of foes.

I be super fly.

These hoes just wipe my clothes.

She's a easy target.

You post a snipe at those.

And the bros doin' 60.

Bumpin' that Nipsey.

Shorty with me kinda tiny.

When drinkin' she tipsy.

Always think she know somethin'.

Be callin' a gypsy.

Told her believe it or not.

She callin' me Ripley.

Aliens.

Yeah, the head out of this world took you to the Prada store cause I'm proud of you,

girl.

Bet you don't know.

Probably cause it's too slept on.

This that dope that make the block get they two -step on.

You'll catch on.

Bet you don't know what's going on.

Streets don't love you like I do.

Bet you don't know what's going on.

Streets don't love you like I do.

Ooh.

Ooh.

What's Goin On de Dave East – Letras & Covers